Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Packing poem

I didn't realize
that belongings
are called so not
because they belong
to you but because
they make you feel
like you

at least
that's what it feels
like from within my shell
of glow in the dark stars
and wall-prayers and drawings
and a blue paisley comforter

turtles get to take it all
with them in one fell swoop
never living in the empty space

maybe insects feel differently?

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